At 38 weeks 3 days, I went to my OB for my regular scheduled appointment. My blood pressure was high as it had continuously been getting higher for the past few weeks. I had also been measuring 35 weeks for several weeks, leaving my doctor concerned that baby wasn't getting enough nutrients and that my placenta was aging early. He scheduled an induction for Friday, April 19th at exactly 39 weeks. I was so upset that I was going to be induced when baby wasn't even 40 weeks yet, but after horrendous lower back pain and constant discomfort, the excitement of having baby here really helped. My emotions were running rampant throughout the week. I was so excited, nervous, and mourning the loss of mine and DH's relationship as just the two of us. I tried to savor every second that I had with Marcus for the week as we were in our last hours of being "only us."
I went into the hospital Friday morning at midnight. The plan was to place Cervidil and rest for the night, hoping to get labor going a little before we started the Pitocin. I had measured 2 cm dilated and 50-60% effaced for the last few weeks. I was so uncomfortable all night. I have never stayed in the hospital, so I was uneasy to begin with. I was extremely uncomfortable with the Cervadil placed, monitors wrapped around me, IVs in my hand, the blood pressure cuff on my arm, and having to wear the awful hospital gown. I didn't rest much at all. By the end of the night, though, I had dilated to 3 cm and when the nurse checked me, she said that my water could probably be broken at this point. She removed the Cervadil at 5 am and an hour later started the Pitocin. Throughout the day, the nurses increased my Pitocin drip to the highest dosage. I was having intense contractions, but never felt any pain. The doctor checked me at around 12 pm and I was 4 cm dilated and 70% effaced. He had a surgery to get done in the women's center and said that he would be back in a couple of hours to break my water.
He came back a little while later and had me lay back and asked me to push in order to get the baby far enough into my pelvis for him to break my water. As hard as we tried, we failed. I could see the disappointment on his face and I immediately started crying. He sat down in the chair beside my bed and we started discussing my options. He said that baby hadn't descended far enough into my pelvis to actually rupture my membranes and get things moving any faster. I was on the highest dose of Pitocin and the hospital rules are that baby and mom both have to be monitored while Pitocin is administered, so I couldn't get up and walk around to try to rock baby down any further. We discussed my options. My first option was to stop the Pitocin, get something to eat as they won't let you have anything but ice chips while in labor, and spend a few hours walking around, rest for the night and try again in the morning. If that didn't work, we would have to do a c-section the next evening. He seemed like he had no hope and I asked him why he thought it wouldn't work. He said that there were only a couple of reasons he could think of that baby wouldn't be descending into the pelvis. First, he said, was his fear that I was just too small and baby didn't have room to drop any lower. Second was that baby was just too big and couldn't drop any lower. I asked to have baby measured via ultrasound before we made a decision. The ultrasound measured baby to be 9 pounds 10 ounces! My doctor was absolutely amazed that I had such a large baby inside of my belly! He had mentioned multiple times that my structure was quite small and I didn't look or feel as if I was carrying a very large baby at all. Baby was measuring 41 weeks 1 day. Doctor scheduled a c-section for the following morning so that I could get some rest and eat something.
I slept through the night and was at peace with having a c-section as I felt that we had no other option. In the morning, I woke up feeling fine. But when the nurse came in to place my catheter, I turned into a basket case! I was a nervous wreck! The pediatrician was running a little bit late so there was a hold-up. DH sat beside me and held me tight while I cried SO hard and expressed every fear that ran through my mind. I was afraid I would be able to feel the surgery, afraid that something would go wrong and I would be paralyzed, scared that something would happen to baby and he would come out not breathing... The list went on and on and on. DH was really nervous already, so I think I just made things worse. The anesthesiologist came to discuss my options with me and we chose a spinal tap. The nurses came into my room to get me around 8:30 and wheeled me into the OR. I was SO nervous up until they administered the spinal tap. As soon as my legs started going numb, I relaxed tremendously. I was talking to the nurses about everything that crossed my mind. I probably asked them 100 times when DH would be coming in. DH came in and they got started so quickly that I didn't even really process what was going on. Doctor had baby out in two minutes and we heard him screaming. What a relief! At that very moment, all of the fear that I had before went away and every second of the fear that I had was so worth it. DH was crying so hard out of both excitement and fear. The nurses kept laughing because I was the one having surgery and was comforting DH, reassuring him that I couldn't feel anything and I felt fine. I could hear the doctor repeat over and over, "Oh we have a big baby. A very big baby! He's too tight in here! His head is lodged into the pelvis! I don't know if we can get him out, we are going to have to make the incision bigger!" He was apparently wrapped up SO tightly that they had trouble uncramming him! He came out screaming! What a relief! They took baby away after I saw him and DH went to the nursery with him. Grayson Blaine was born at 9:01 AM on April 20th and "only" weighed 8 pounds 4 ounces! His measurements were thrown off because he was 21 1/2 inches long! He also had a 14" head! Before he was measured, the pediatrician said "That has to be the longest baby I have ever had! He HAS to be 23" long!!!" She was amazed that he was "only" 21 1/2 inches, but his legs are just SO long and skinny!!
I was strangely comfortable and easy going while waiting in the recovery room to go into the nursery. A little over an hour after Gray was born, they wheeled me into the nursery where I fell in love so hard that I swear I felt my heart stop for a second. I have had a really easy recovery so far. I haven't had to take any stronger medication than Tylenol. Gray weighed 7 pounds 14 ounces this morning before leaving the hospital. We are having a little bit of trouble breastfeeding. He doesn't have any problems latching but becomes so frustrated that my milk has yet to come in that he unlatches and won't keep eating. We have been doing a little bit better today but I have had to supplement with formula a few times. This breaks my heart but I am trying to stay positive.
He is so perfect and we are already so in love.
Edited by bambihelton - 4/23/13 at 11:23am